Waylen smoothed Rena’s hair.

He murmured, “If things don’t work out between them, we can just let Cecilia be on her own. we’re family and we’ll always be there for her.”

Rena closed her eyes.

After a brief pause, she opened her eyes and expressed her unease.

“Waylen… I can’t shake this feeling that something might happen tonight. Stay awake with me, just in case.”

Waylen paid heed to her warning.

They lay on the bed and talked intimately, sharing the private moments of a loving couple.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, Cecilia cradled Edwin in her arms.

Throughout the night, Cecilia remained wide awake, her anticipation of the impending childbirth keeping sleep at bay.

Her hand tenderly cradled her swelling belly, feeling the gentle movements within.

In just two weeks, their little one would come into the world, yet she hadn’t picked a name for her baby.

In the dim light of the room, Edwin’s voice broke through the silence as he murmured “daddy” in his sleep.

Cecilia touched her son’s face gently, and her heart ached for the little boy… She longed to explain everything to him, yet she could not figure out how.

A sudden sharp pain pierced her lower abdomen, causing her to gasp.

Suddenly, the sheets beneath her were damp.

Her water had broken.

In the midst of her agony, Cecilia found it difficult to utter a word. Clutching her belly, she doubled over, the pain relentless.

Edwin roused from his slumber, witnessed his mother’s distress, her forehead glistening with sweat.

Edwin realized his sister was about to be born.

He hurriedly darted out of his bed, rushing to knock urgently on the door of the neighboring room.

“Uncle Waylen, mommy is going to have a baby!” Edwin exclaimed.

Waylen, in the middle of a conversation with Rena, didn’t hesitate.

He swiftly threw off the quilt and rushed to the opposite room, preceding even a coat.

Rena urgently trailed after Waylen.

As expected, Cecilia was indeed going into labor earlier than anticipated.

Waylen swiftly grabbed a down jacket and gently draped it over Cecilia. With a calm demeanor, he turned to Rena.

“I’ll carry her downstairs. Go wake up Mom and Dad. Make sure someone stays at home to look after the children and the rest of us will take Cecilia to the hospital now.”

Rena nodded, her eyes filled with concern for her sister-in-law.

Two minutes later, the lights in the Fowler’s house flickered to life.

On the first day of the new year, the Fowlers were on the way to welcome a new member into the family.

Waylen was behind the wheel, his focus steady on the road, while Korbyn provided directions.

Rena held Cecilia in her arms. While Edwin, who had insisted on accompanying them, sat next to Rena.

Cecilia broke out in a cold sweat because of the pain.

She was sweating profusely. Clutching onto Rena’s waist, she called out Rena’s name, her voice strained, as if she were speaking in her sleep.

Rena tenderly rubbed Cecilia’s belly, offering soothing words.

“You’ll be fine as soon as you arrive at the hospital.”

Upfront, Waylen’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, his attention solely on the road.

The snowy night made the journey treacherous; every turn had to be navigated with extreme caution. Hence, he didn’t allow his attention to wander elsewhere.

He drove himself, deeply concerned for both his sister’s and the baby’s safety, unwilling to leave anything to chance.

Half an hour later, the black Bentley came to a halt at the hospital, and a team of medical staff swiftly approached, rolling a stretcher toward them. Cecilia was gently transferred onto it and rushed straight to the delivery room.

In the grip of pain, Cecilia was in a daze, her mind clouded.

In her delirium, she muttered a name that still held her heart captive.

Mark.

Waylen was taken aback.

He tenderly leaned down and kissed his sister’s forehead and whispered in a hoarse voice, “I’ll call him, Cecilia.”

“No. Don’t do that.”

Cecilia, amidst her pain, shook her head weakly.

Sweat streamed down Cecilia’s forehead, and embarrassment tinged her face. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded, “Waylen, please don’t call him.”

Waylen’s eyes were heavy.

He held his sister’s hand and nodded, “Okay. I won’t call Mark.”

The walls of the delivery room were totally white. There were also a pair of bright incandescent lamps in the ceiling above.

Cecilia was in excruciating pain.

But she bit down on her lip and looked up at the lights.

Tears streamed down the corner of her eyes, each tear reflecting the gleam of the light.

“Mark. Mark…”

She murmured the name over and over in her heart. It was not that she didn’t want to hear his voice or hear him call her name, but she was just scared.

She was afraid that if Waylen called him, the call would be answered by someone else, instead of Mark himself.

Cecilia missed him very much, and she also hated him very much.

She said to him in her mind, “Mark. I really hate you, you know.

Do you know Edwin has been missing you?

Do you have any idea how happy I was when I came to you and waited for you to accompany me to my antenatal appointment the other day?

Of course you don’t know.

You know nothing.”

Cecilia was feeling throbbing pain, making her feel so dizzy that she didn’t even have the strength to miss and hate Mark anymore. With the series of contractions she was experiencing, it was clear that the child couldn’t wait to come into the world.

Before long, a sharp cry could be heard coming from the delivery room.

This was the first day of the new year, and the Fowler family had just welcomed a new member.

born at 3:10

the one who picked the name for his

with windows that had a Light green

drinking a cup of hot cocoa in

a room all year round, no matter how beautiful the scenery was, it would still

window, looking outside. His thin stature

almost given

lived

a glass of water and medicine

you to take the medicine,”

like he had not

a while, he murmured, “Today is the New Year’s Day. It must

nose twitched when

smile and said, “Yes, during this time of the year, the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully decorated,

also her favorite

But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia and the baby? The baby should have

to fumble in his

stopped and shook

her, but he never did. It seemed it

not call her,” he said

give Cecilia

to hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward and handed him the glass of water

“Please take your medicine.

bed. I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies. You can have a taste

the medicines from him and swallowed them without a

and a nurse came in to help put on

she was done, Mark looked sideways

his phone got weaker

Mark to fall asleep nowadays. This time, he had a dream and

where Rena gave birth to Alexis. He dreamed that he was still strong and that

had almost

was still alive. He had lived

him with a glass of water and medicine

the medicine,” Peter reminded

he had not heard

outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today is the New Year’s Day. It must be

nose twitched when

“Yes, during this time of the year, the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully decorated, and Mrs. Evans would

her favorite food,” Mark

suggested, “How about you call Rena and

he began to fumble

stopped

about calling her, but he never did. It seemed it was better if he

call her,” he said

didn’t have to give Cecilia too

very sad to hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward and handed him the glass of water

“Please take your medicine.

you can go to bed. I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies. You can have a taste when you

the medicines from him and swallowed them without a

bed, and a nurse came in to help put on the

she was done, Mark looked sideways

his phone got weaker

was rare for Mark to fall asleep nowadays. This time, he had a

He dreamed that he was still strong and

much like that of

secretly for a while and call him “Uncle Mark” when

Cecilia in

nestled in his arms and gently stroked his face, saying, “Mark,

point, Mark woke

walls of the hospital room were white, just like the snowy environment

closed his eyes

needed

over his body. He felt Life without Cecilia was a

gone to buy

a plump foreign nurse was in

really wanted to return home.

those wisteria flowers in the Evans Gardon, the food Zoey cooked, and the apartment on Gamous Road, which

he couldn’t change

never give up as long as

even if he wouldn’t survive and have

was determined to stay strong

now, he was finding it difficult to go

bed and started to make paper

The plane would

said he wanted to go there because

trembled as

back

on his way, so he was

are still warm,” he

just then, he saw the paper planes Mark

the paper planes and smiled

have some of

Mark only actually took a

more

in his mouth, he put down

narrowed his eyes and

really want to go back home and have a family reunion,”

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him. But he

Mark’s phone rang. It was a call from

was around 4

he looked at the caller ID. For a long time, he didn’t say or

Edwin misses you,” Peter urged in a

broke into a

boy,” he

phone. It was an international call, so the signal was

sounded

him when he said, “Cecilia gave birth to a girl. Her name is Olivia.

had given birth to a girl that had been

which Mark held the phone trembled so

said, “Mark, Edwin misses you

Mark closed his eyes.

Waylen continued, “Rena will take a flight to come see you

“Okay,” Mark said softly.

Waylen said, “Mark, no matter what, I hope you survive and

for the emotional entanglement with Cecilia,

sacrificed too much in the first half of

Mark sniffed and

of the call, he never even dared to ask to speak to

room all along, was eager to hear what had been discussed

“What happened?” he asked.

the edge of the bed in silence. After a while, he looked up at Peter and said, “Cecilia has given birth to a baby girl.

happy to hear this and he did a fist

he said

the first day of the new year.

and began to stroke one of the paper planes he

home

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